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Tiandao's chest rose and fell, and the low and suppressed panting made everyone's scalp numb.
He stared at Lin Lang.
A beautiful female cultivator who is on the verge of death and a group of ruthless cultivators who are ruthless and ruthless, when two parties with disparate strengths meet, what will happen
The slightly better result is death.
If you think about it badly...
He closed his eyes, and his face, as beautiful as a fairy, was covered with a layer of thousand-year-old ice.
When he opened his eyes again, his indifferent pupils were clouded.
"… who is it?"
The Venerable Holy Land was swept away by his cold gaze, his knees were unbelievably weak, and some felt ashamed, and knelt down with a plop, sweating profusely.
Who dares to face the wrath of the father of all living things
Lin Lang sneered, "What's the use of blaming others now? If it wasn't for Lord Tiandao's favor, how could I have ended up like that? Others will be hacked into pieces, so how should you, the culprit, be punished? Oh, no, Tiandao How could you be wrong, sir? It’s my fault, it’s all mine, I shouldn’t, I shouldn’t have offended your little lover for the sake of my way, I should break my way of thinking, what else should I get rid of Inner Demon? Just wait for death, at least you can have some peace and security for a while!"
"As you wished, I died a miserable death, but I was even more unwilling. It is said that resentment begets ghosts. After I died, I was still somewhat clear. I saw some things that were invisible to the naked eye. Later I I found out that you are not an abandoned baby of Jianmen at all, but a special trip to the human world in order to overcome the tribulation of love! Also, is there any abandoned baby who can be born with double pupils and sword bones?"
"Fate thinks I'm an eyesore, what can I do as an ant? I can't resist, it's just death!"
The more she talked, the angrier she became, and the more she complained, she spit out another mouthful of blood in a fit of rage, coughing until her internal organs were overwhelmed.
"How can I!"
Lin Lang was hoarse, she became dizzy, and fell backwards.
The little prince was in a daze, and he hadn't reacted yet.
"Lin, Lin Lang!"
And Tiandao was completely panicked. He couldn't hold the sword steadily before, but now he doesn't even need the sword.
With a ding, the long sword fell to the ground.
He flew in front of Lin Lang, hugged Lin Lang's back firmly with one hand, knelt on his knees, bent his back, and put his fingers on the center of her eyebrows.
In an instant, the light shines brightly.
"You'll be fine, I won't let you be..." he murmured.
A warm force traveled through Lin Lang's limbs, she regained strength and opened her eyelids.
"... Get lost! Don't touch me!"
Her eyes were extremely venomous, as if she wanted to cut open his heart inch by inch, so that he would not be able to live or die.
"Lin Lang..."
With red eyes, he begged, "My dear."
The way of heaven is cold and abstinent, and he is boring, of course he can't be called a sweetheart or a treasure, he is ashamed to express it. It was Lin Lang who forced him to bark a few times while the two were lingering and his ears were softening.
As for the public, that is even more impossible.
So when everyone heard this thing, their eyeballs were so hanging that they didn't hit the ground.
"Who is your darling?" Lin Lang ruthlessly pushed him away.
"It's just a pawn, it can't be the heart and soul of Lord Tiandao. I'm afraid I've lived too long and become your carrion, so I'm always thinking about how to get rid of it!"
"No, I, I haven't thought about it." Tiandao said incoherently, "Believe me, I really didn't..."
"I do not believe."
"Just as I don't believe in your justice, I don't believe in your affection, unless..."
"Unless what?" he asked urgently.
"I'm not you, and I don't have the ability to regenerate broken bones, unless you shatter the seventy-two sword bones on your body to pay for my suffering that day." Lin Lang said quietly, "From now on, these hands can no longer hold the sword, Can't hurt anyone anymore."
The pain of love and desire in the world is nothing more than thorns growing, hurting the body, hurting the bones, until the body is covered with cuts and bruises, and it is dying.
According to Linlang, the heroine is too "kind" to Tiandao, and her love for Tiandao is nothing more than "not getting it", not even "not getting what she asks for".
After all, Tiandao also has his own arrogance and reserve in his bones, and he disdains courtship.
When Tiandao suddenly realized and ascended immediately, this thread of love was naturally torn off by him lightly.
There are no more traces.
To him, love in the world is like a fleeting moment.
What comes is clean, and what goes is also clean, like heavy snow, without care and care.
"The rule in the world is that if you pay a debt for a debt, and a life for a life, it will be written off from then on. How about it, do you accept it?"
Yu Wuxue was taken aback.
He lowered his head and subconsciously looked at his hands.
There are thin calluses on the fingertips, which are the traces of his sword practice year after year, which are his persistence, his half-life belief.
The master said that these are the most suitable pair of hands for holding a sword, they are generous yet strong.
When he was born for the first time, he cut off his parents, wrapped in old linen, and discarded in the ice and snow, his whole body was frozen blue, without the protection of his parents, this was his first pain as Yu Wuxue. In the boundless heavy snow, he was picked up by his master and brought back to Jianmen. The brothers were very kind to him, he always knew that he felt sorry for the helplessness of the children, so they often accompanied them and took care of them meticulously. They were both mothers and fathers, but they never complained.
The seniors always like to tease this little junior who doesn't like to laugh, and pat his head from time to time, almost balding him alive.
Fortunately, the master does not have this hobby.
At that time, the little guy was very lucky, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.
When the master gave him the sword for the first time, the child was only three years old, and the hair on his forehead was soft and soft.
He stared at the sword curiously, unaware of his fate.
After presenting the sword, the master asked him to swear to heaven and earth that from now on, unless he dies, he will never give up the sword.
The child obediently agreed.
He swung the sword with his master for the first time, feeling infinite joy in his heart. He could faintly feel that the sword was also happy.
Like lost fragments, reunited years later.
I am really happy.
Finally found you.
Never be alone again.
After this day, the child became "insane".
He needs to hold the sword when he eats, and he also needs to hold the sword when he sleeps. He will also secretly find an empty corner and insert the sword neatly in front of him. It looks like he is meditating, but in fact he is muttering and complaining, his little mouth keeps chatting for a moment, complaining that the master lost his temper again today, the senior brother wants to bald his brain again today, and the neighbor's The little junior brother stole the steamed buns he hid under the bed again today.
One by one is really bad!
Still a sword.
At that time, the senior brother still laughed at him, the little guy was not as tall as the sword, and he insisted on running around with his arms around the huge monster. Don't even think about it, the sword weighs thirty-three catties, and a human swordsman wearing it walks around the rivers and lakes like a big weight, and he is exhausted. This is still a long sword with a spirit, compressing one's true weight to the lightest state, otherwise the child, let alone holding the sword, can directly ascend to the sky with a slip on the sole of the foot.
So Jianmen often staged such a scene, a little Douding dragging his sword and running happily, like a small tail growing behind his buttocks. The seniors couldn't stop laughing, and they didn't persuade others, they just looked at it with their chests folded. Some were weak, such as the later deputy head, who secretly went incognito to watch, and caused some "little troubles" by the way.
The brothers didn't know that this sword was not an ordinary beginner's sword, it was born from the primordial chaos, passed down through the ages, and deserved to be the king of a hundred soldiers.
Thirty-three levels of Lihentian, once crushing the Liuhe Palace!
This sword is named Tianque.
For a long time, the senior brothers felt that the little junior brother's sword was too pitiful.
With a bang, he fell into the quagmire.
With a plop, it fell into the puddle.
There was a bang... The brothers turned their heads to see, it was over, the sauerkraut jar that the master had worked so hard to marinate was arched by the sword... Oh, it was smashed.
Fortunately, they didn't know the origin of this sword, so they laughed.
The little junior brother mumbled, "Senior brother, will master, master, drive me away?"
The senior brothers were full of paternal love on the spot, and rushed to take the blame, "No, no, little brother, it's the brother's sword that doesn't have eyes, and you just passed by!"
So Jianmen often staged another scene, the elder Taishang used his sword for thousands of miles, chasing and killing six lovers without sleep.
"Well, you little bastard, it's fine if you don't show filial piety, but how dare you go to Huo Laozi's sauerkraut tank! Huo Wan sauerkraut and Huo Laozi's vegetable field! How can you do this! Why don't you go to the sky! Run, you still have Face run!"
From afar, the disciples could still hear the angry roar of the elder Taishang, and every few days they could see the senior uncles scurrying and sneaking around.
Alas, why bother, Master, although we are poor, we must have backbone, and we must keep our mouths shut!
How can a cultivator be greedy for food and drink!
Thinking this way, the disciples turned around and stuffed a bunch of private goods to Uncle Xiao Qi who was looking up at the sky. Unlike the "notorious" uncles, Uncle Xiao Qi is white and clean, never causing trouble, and his obedient appearance with his sword in his arms is really endearing! Well, anything that is delicious and fun, must be filial to Uncle Xiao Qi!
When Uncle Xiao Qi was ten years old and had the ability to wield a sword, the frenzy of the sword gate finally stopped for a while.
Just as the master and the senior brothers expected, the little junior brother is extremely talented, and within a hundred years he can create a fairy body, shocking the world with a single sword.
He was born with the sword, but Lin Lang asked him to give up the sword
Yu Wuxue turned her head stiffly, looking at the sword not far away.
Tian Que Sword has been with him for nearly a hundred years. He met him in Weishi and supported him in Jingnian.
To him, it is an old sword and even an old friend.
Tiandao showed a rare blank look.
Is he really going to give it up
Giving up everything about him, just to please a woman
Tian Que Sword let out a low mournful cry.
The master doesn't want it.
She will destroy you.
"Dear..." He was nervous, grabbing Lin Lang's wrist, trying to say something to her.
Lin Lang swung her away again.
"Since you don't want to, you don't have to pretend." She looked calm, "This concubine is self-aware, a mere old love, so why bother to humiliate herself? This matter is here, I will take Langya away, whether it is good or bad, is it right?" Life is death, and everything after that has nothing to do with Lord Tiandao."
Yu Wuxue is like falling into an ice cellar.
She walks the talk.
The big palm pinching the wrist suddenly tightened, leaving a bloodstain.
"I won't let you do that."
Who dares to defy the destiny
There was a faint scarlet light in his eyes, and his tone was sharp.
The Holy Land Venerable backed away in horror.
"You are the master of all living beings, of course you can." Lin Lang chuckled, "Lang Ya is nine years old this year, and in eleven years, he will be an adult, and I have nothing to worry about about myself."
The implication is that she can't hide if she wants to, so she can't die
"Naturally, I know that you are omnipotent, even if you enter the mansion of Huangquan, you can also be detained by you. But what's the point? The spirit and soul are gone, and only a body is left in my body. Life is also a puppet, if you want it, then go for it, as long as this body is plump, it can still be enjoyed by Master Tiandao for a while."
There was a rustling sound as the cloth rubbed against each other.
Lin Lang was hugged into the chest by the man.
"I don't allow...you despise yourself."
He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and pressed the back of her head tightly with his big palms.
A very protective gesture.
He added, "... good."
The tone is hoarse.
"I... promise you. I promise you. I'll give you back seventy-two sword bones, and give you thirty-three heavenly eternal swords. If you want, I'll give you back. It's agreed, this time, you can't go... "
The smell of blood filled the surroundings.
Tiandao snorted.
Under the wide cloud sleeves, a line of blood slowly appeared on his wrist, becoming clearer and more terrifying.
"Tick tock—"
Blood dripped from the fingertips.
The Tianque sword trembled violently, and the sound of broken jade rang out one after another.
The first law comes down.
The myth collapsed.
The legend is lost.
Lin Lang could feel that the man was beginning to become weak. Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his white clothes seemed to have fallen into a pool of blood, giving birth to a large red lotus.
Dense bloodline runes emerged, spread, and occupied his arms.
He couldn't stand on his knees.
The back is still straight as loose.
In the blurred vision, it seemed that she sighed for a moment, stretched out her hand, and put her arms around his waist.
The soft chest is filled with a faint fragrance that seems to be there, which makes people fall into Shura's love net with all their hearts.
Tiandao leaned against Linlang, trying to listen to her steady voice.
Like this, the pain of being broken all over the body can no longer exist.
"Have you ever regretted it?"
Lin Lang looked down at the other party's pale complexion.
She gently brushed away the man's drenched hair with her fingertips, even though she was in a state of embarrassment, she still did not damage her delicate and handsome appearance.
"Cough..."
He swallows blood clots.
"Never."
His brows and eyes are too clear and beautiful, as if they are always surrounded by a layer of misty clouds, indifferent to human love, no one has ever dared to offend his cold brows, let alone cover up the sun, moon, stars, and universe in his eyes.
This Yungong Jade Buddha met a demon, and finally fell into the mortal world.
As a result, Tiandao's usually indifferent eyes were dyed with a strong rouge.
It is the rouge of the world, the rouge of a daughter.
It is the poisonous rouge that he is willing to be bound in a square inch.
He said, "My dear, come back with me, and there is Ya'er. I will build a nine-story white jade hall for longevity on the thirty-third heaven for you. Maybe, it's a little desolate. Plant a few pools of rootless lotus to help you." Well, the flowers are very fragrant, you will like them. I will stay there forever and ever, guarding you two."
At this moment, fate is so precious that it bestows the deepest and most caring affection on her.
Gift to you, grow old with the sky.